Vivian Moon
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Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger.
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Post by Vivian Moon on Jan 23, 2015 17:32:17 GMT -5
Kicking the soccer ball into the goal repeatedly wasn’t fun, per se, but it was monotonous and allowed Vivian to take her mind off the frustrating morning she’d had. Woke up an hour before her alarm. Still adjusting to the new city. Went on a morning jog. Got lost. Spent an extra hour trying to find her way back to the dorms. Missed lunch. Missed a call from her sister. Missed the goal. Vivian exhaled in exasperation and went to chase after the soccer ball, scooping it up with her hands and picking off loose grass as she walked back over to her position in front of the goal. The park was busy, as usual, but the soccer field was all but abandoned. Most people who came here played frisbee over in the grass field, which Vivian envied. She hated frisbee, but she didn’t know anyone yet. To play frisbee with friends was a goal she mentally added to her checklist. She was here to turn over a new leaf, wasn’t she? She’d been at school for a week, and hadn’t gotten into a single fight. It was a new record. Vivian tried not to get too excited on principle, but things were looking up. Except she’d been at school a week and nobody had talked to her, either. Maybe it was for the best, she mused. If nobody talks to you, nobody will pick fights. The only words she’d exchanged with a student was on the first day, when she asked someone where her classroom was and got a quick, rushed reply before the person skittered off. It hadn't been a long or even a great encounter, but it sure beat some of the introductions she'd have at her old school. Schools. Dropping the ball and stepping back a few paces, Vivian ran and kicked the ball with all her strength. It slammed into the net and bounced back at her. Vivian dribbled around, kicked it again, softer this time. It rolled into the corner of the goal and stopped. Vivian sighed and trudged over to get the ball for the thirtieth time that day. Soccer was definitely not as fun as a solo sport.
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Post by Ivor Moores on Jan 23, 2015 18:54:43 GMT -5
It was important for one to be familiar with their domain. Since Ivor had just moved, it was best he grow familiar with the new place.
That being said, wow was he never coming here again.
Parks were silly. Ivor knew this, despite the fact he had never been to one. Probably. Hell, he didn’t remember where the hell his mother had taken him when he was like three. Regardless, parks were silly. It depended on the day, but generally they were full of people. And a lot of those people were children, which Ivor didn’t like in the slightest. And he had recently learned voicing his dislike towards children got their parents mad at him. Clearly they didn’t know who they were talking to.
No matter, Ivor was no stranger to overly protective parents. It didn’t matter, anyway. He was at a school full of people around his age, which meant there were many people around his age around. Or at least... there should be. Ivor had yet to find very many of those at this here park.
That was until he laid eyes on a darkly skinned girl. She was tall. Taller than him. Ivor had yet to see any student - at least he assumed she was a student - that was taller than he was, even if only slightly. Still, normally females were shorter than males. Annnnd she was most likely younger. Ivor believed he was at the oldest age for students of Shibusen.
But what was more interesting than the girl’s height was what she was doing. ”Hm? Isn’t that supposed to be a two player game?” He commented, speaking to himself even though he spoke loudly enough for Vivian to hear.
Ivor had paused in his steps, and therefore took the moment to straighten out one of the creases in the sleeve of his suit. A confident smile had placed itself on his face, like it did oh-so-often, though he didn’t actually look at Vivian. And why would he grace someone with his gaze? That’d just be silly. ”Ohoh, I’ll never understand the appeal of sports. No wonder no one else has any interest in it.” And with that, he continued with his steps.
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Vivian Moon
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Post by Vivian Moon on Jan 24, 2015 4:24:15 GMT -5
Aaaaaaand just like that, the streak was broken.
Vivian tucked the soccer ball into her elbow against her hip, exhaling slowly. What was it that made people act so antagonistic towards her? What had she ever done? Was it her face? Did she just have the kind of face that made people want to be nasty?
She turned to face her would-be heckler, resting the knuckles of her free hand on her hip. “Nobody asked you,” she said bluntly, glancing coldly at the boy and looking him up and down to see if he was going to be a problem, tensing just in case. She was usually polite to strangers, but she'd had too many bad first impressions to make her anything but wary. Her unease showed on her face, although she tried hard to keep her features soft. She had never had much luck looking approachable.
The guy was…eccentric, though. His hair was streaked black and silver, and he was tall, but in a thin, stretched out sort of way. He was dressed like he was heading to a fancy costume party, so Vivian was almost positive he was a student at Shibusen. She had already seen the sort of clothes her peers wore. It wasn’t that much of a leap. Sure, the cape seemed a little much, but what was bothering Vivian wasn’t the ostentatious getup - it was his smirk. Vivian had seen that condescending grin a hundred times on a hundred bullies' faces, right before they started swinging.
The difference here was that this boy was obviously not physically gifted. No cape or long sleeved shirt could hide the lack of muscles, and he looked almost sickly, he was so pale. Vivian’s tension ebbed a little. She could deal with people who were all talk, who shoved their opinions into everything especially if they were unwanted. Those kinds of people you just walked away from.
“Soccer is a six-player game, anyways,” she muttered as she dropped the ball on the ground, scooting her foot under it and bringing it up so that the ball bounced lightly in the air against her foot. Dribbling like this wasn’t difficult for Vivian, who had spent most of her life playing soccer, and it was more rewarding to count the number of times she successfully bounced the ball than to talk to someone who didn’t have the courtesy to insult Vivian to her face. She didn’t really feel like expending the energy on someone who was probably just a regular jerk. She had to focus on what was important.
Ignoring the rude passerby, Vivian let the ball drop on the grass and kicked as hard as she could. The ball sailed into the top-right corner of the goal, making the metal posts ring with the force of the impact. Vivian let out a small "yes," just the tiniest bit pleased at her aiming. She usually played goalie, so shooting was her weakest skill.
The ball bounced back to Vivian, who stopped it with the side of her foot, stepped back a few paces, and made to run at the ball to kick another goal.
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Post by Ivor Moores on Feb 18, 2015 19:45:45 GMT -5
If Vivian had been hoping to get rid of Ivor sooner or later, she had just doomed herself. Striking up a conversation with the guy rarely ended well, especially if it had begun in the first place by his normal insults. He stopped, and then turned his attention to where Vivian stood. ”Apologies. What was that?” He asked her in a formal manner. ”Were you saying that you asked me something? You do seem like the ‘nobody’ type, as you say.”
Such a cold stare. Ivor would said it sent shivers down his spine if not for the fact that he had witnessed much colder. Something about living with a witch all your life. The cold stares were never directed at him, but he certainly got what made them so scary. This girl didn’t have that edge, even if she was much more built than he was. Ivor didn’t care about such things. Why should he? He could defend himself. He was the best demon weapon in all of existence, after all!
So the sport she was playing with herself was soccer, was it? Yes, that sounded about right. Ivor knew nothing of such pointless endeavors. He didn’t care to learn, either. The extent of his knowledge was that a bunch of people kicked a ball back and forth across a field. Stupid, right? How anyone could find such a thing entertaining was beyond him. People were stupid. Ivor didn’t like people.
Ivor didn’t bother to respond to the rest of the girl’s mutterings, mostly because he only faintly heard it. He didn’t have the best hearing in the world. Good, but not great, which was saying a lot for him. He observed Vivian as she kicked the silly ball into the silly goal and then looked to be attempting to do so again.
Wait a minute... was she ignoring him?!
That was just unacceptable! No way was Ivor going to let some girl just ignore him! He was not meant to be ignored! Gah, what was with people here? Did they not know true beauty when they saw it?! That did not make Ivor happy. Well... perhaps he should just enlighten this girl. Yes, an act of charity was said to be a good thing to do.
”Hm? You’re more interested in a ball then one of - if not the - most interesting person you’ll ever meet?” Ivor began, regaining his confident smirk. He wasn’t quite sure how he should approach the subject, actually, but this seemed like his best bet. ”Tsk. People around here are so odd.”
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Vivian Moon
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Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger.
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Post by Vivian Moon on Mar 2, 2015 1:16:34 GMT -5
The ball sailed into the goal, but this time Vivian didn’t move to retrieve it. She turned back to the strange kid, looking him up and down again.
“Well...you’re, uh, definitely interesting,” she said slowly, “but I’m kind of trying to practice here. If you’re not gonna play, leave me alone.”
This guy could not make up his mind. At first, he seemed fine with heckling her from afar, but now he was getting all heated about how she was ignoring him. He needed to figure out his priorities.
Maybe she was approaching this whole situation - and this strange guy - all wrong. Vivian paused, thinking, when a lightbulb went off in her head.
“Oh. Did you want to play?” She asked, wondering if maybe the standoffish behavior this guy was exhibiting was really just an indication that he wanted to shoot, too, but was too shy. Maybe he didn’t know how to approach the subject and was presenting himself like a jerk because he didn’t know how else to do it. Kind of like boys who pulled girls pigtails when they liked them.
Vivian hated that mentality, but if this guy wanted play, she wasn’t gonna stop him. In any case, it was more fun with more people. At least, it was supposed to be. Vivian wasn’t sure if this guy could run more than five steps without collapsing, never mind play a full game of soccer, but for the moment she was willing to give him a modicum of the benefit of the doubt.
If he made some snotty remark about it, though, she was kicking his ass.
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Post by Ivor Moores on Mar 25, 2015 16:25:47 GMT -5
Mentioning that Ivor was interesting was like mentioning that the sun... existed. Why, it was so obvious that he was interesting! Interesting was meant as a compliment of course, because it made no sense to insult Ivor. Why would a girl who was so boring and simple compared to him ever decide to insult him? Heresy, but then she was a weird girl.
Speaking of this girl being absolutely odd, she had the brilliant idea that Ivor had actually wanted to join her silly game all this time. How absurd that was. Almost insulting. What kind of person though that someone like Ivor would lower himself to a point where he’d actually want to participate in such a barbarous activity?
Ivor didn’t speak right away. No, first he must figure out exactly how this girl thought. In past experience, most people wouldn’t suggest such a thing to him, or about him. To be fair, that was most likely because the setting differed. Wait, no! It was because she didn’t know him! Ivor had completely forgotten than normal folk cannot discern someone’s greatness just by looking at them. Odd, because he felt as though when it came to him, at least, such a thing should be easy to discern, but he was not normal folk and could not vouch for them in this case.
Yup, that was the only logical thing Ivor could think of. There was nothing else that seemed like it would make sense. Nothing else at all...
”I see,” Ivor begun, not particularly caring if his company cared if he completely changed the subject or not. He was mostly talking to himself, but it was loud enough for Vivian to hear. ”Perhaps I should introduce myself.”
With that, all of Ivor’s attention was turned back to Vivian. He brought a hand up to a chest as if he was going to bow to her, but never lowered his head. Didn’t want to lower himself. She was already somehow taller, after all. ”My name is Ivor Moores. I’m a demon weapon here at this school. May I ask who you are?” There was still a certain smugness to Ivor’s words, even though it appeared he might be trying to be... polite? Odd.
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Vivian Moon
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Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger.
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Post by Vivian Moon on May 10, 2015 0:08:04 GMT -5
“I guess,” Vivian said, crossing her arms over her chest and looking down at Ivor slightly. She couldn't help it, tall as she was. “I’m Vivian Moon.”
She didn’t venture much more info, but after a moment, she added, “I’m a Meister.”
Vivian wasn’t one for idle chat. She never had been. It was a blessing and a curse to be so straight to the point, something that had given her a reputation for being moody. Right now, though, she just looked blank. She raised an eyebrow, wondering what this guy - Ivor - was trying to accomplish. He was all over the place. He probably didn't want to play soccer, either.
After a moment, Vivian uncrossed her right arm and held it out. “Nice to meet you,” she said haltingly, almost sounding insincere, waiting for Ivor to shake her hand. He didn’t seem like he was there to ruin her day, even if he was kind of eccentric. What more could she expect from someone who wore a cape in the middle of the desert?
Now that he was closer, she could see the guy was a lot stranger than he appeared. He looked like he had read one too many Victorian novels, and with his nose that far in the air, he acted like it, too. If it wasn’t for the fact he seemed absolutely inept at socializing, Vivian would have grabbed the soccer ball and peaced out, but there was something about him that made her curious. A hum in the air. Vivian wasn’t a reckless person by any stretch of the imagination, but she did have a pathological need to see things through, and finding out what this kid’s deal was definitely qualified as something she wanted to know.
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Post by Ivor Moores on May 22, 2015 23:16:29 GMT -5
Ivor did not particularly fancy being looked down upon, but he supposed the girl had no choice. It was not her fault for being cursed with such a freakishly tall height. Ivor was supposed to tower over others, symbolizing how he was above them and all that guff. So, this person had to be a freak of nature! ...Or perhaps this girl was actually worth Ivor’s time. Hm. That seemed unlikely but...
Vivian then went on to say not only her name but that she was a meister. Well, that wasn’t surprising. The girl didn’t look like she was from the city, though he was basing that on more her antics than her actual appearance, and so was probably from the school. It was a safe bet to assume anyone who appeared to be his age or younger was from Shibusen.
Still, it was interesting that he had been intrigued enough to talk to someone that was a meister. He was supposed to partner with one of those. Ivor was more than happy to wait for an eternity to find someone worthy to be considered his “partner”, but perhaps that need not be. Or perhaps he was confusing a few coincidences for fate. That honestly wouldn’t be the first time.
Vivian then stuck out her hand for Ivor to shake. Either her attempt had gone unnoticed or ignored, because there was no handshake given. Ivor had not done this to be rude, however. Instead, Vivian received a short bow. Though not done sarcastically, it certainly could have been taken that way. Ivor didn’t seem to notice the insincerity in Vivian’s voice, and his words didn’t have any traceable sarcasm in them. ”The pleasure is all mine.” ‘Course, it wouldn’t be terribly surprising if he was just good at hiding sarcastic remarks behind a thick layer of eccentricness.
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